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The first thousand two hundred and sixty chapters of the gods descended from heaven
"What's going on behind the scenes, mother? She's impatient or something. Why are you fighting with me?!"
Suddenly, he noticed that there were intensive gunshots from behind, and Wang Laohu, the head of Hutou Village, who was surrounded by people, immediately cursed angrily.
The bandits on these twenty-odd hills were all improvised and acted together, and they had a long history of grudges against each other.
But this time they came together driven by interests. If Wang Laohu hadn't relied on his own prestige to suppress them, otherwise those who had grievances would have started fighting long ago.
Now when the front was at the critical moment of attacking the enemy, the rear actually started fighting. This made Wang Lao Lao furious immediately. This was simply not giving him face.
The leaders also looked at each other in shock. They did not expect that at this juncture, someone would be so ignorant that they would engage in internal strife. They all took pleasure in the misfortune, knowing that Wang Laohu would never let them off lightly.
But what Wang Laohu and the bandits in front didn't know was that the fight was not between mountains with grievances, but officers and soldiers from the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps led by Yang Ling.
"Go and tell the people behind you to give me a ceasefire immediately. If you break the rules, don't blame me for turning against you!" Wang Laohu shouted angrily.
Soon, several bandits took Wang Laohu's words and went straight to the place where the firefight was taking place. They were also cursing in their hearts. They had to wait until the battle was over to resolve their grievances. They had to fight at this juncture. They really didn't know how to live or die.
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However, when the few people who went to stop the fighting behind approached, they realized that something was wrong. It seemed that the two mountaintops were not fighting among themselves because of their grudges, but someone else was coming to fight.
"Brother, what's going on?" They hurriedly grabbed a bandit who was running towards him with a bloody face and asked.
"Mom, they are from the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps. They are everywhere in the mountains and plains. Run for your life!"
Before the bandit could finish his words, he pushed past the bandits from Hutou Village and fled towards the ravine.
"What? People from the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps?" Upon hearing this, the bandits from Hutou Village were also a little confused.
They have clearly investigated the strength of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps near Xiaoqingshan. There are only one or two hundred people in total who can fight. Now they are scattered in three places. Where did this group of people come from?
of?
However, they were not allowed to think too much. The group of bandits who had retreated to the back to rest had been completely defeated by Yang Ling and the others, and were now escaping desperately.
Behind these bandits, the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps were rushing towards them like tigers descending from the mountain. Their ferocious fighting power made the bandits in Hutou Village tremble with fear.
"Quickly, go back!"
These bandits were not stupid, and they hurriedly turned around and went back to report the situation to Wang Laohu, the head of Hutou Village.
"The boss, the boss, the people from the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps are coming from behind!"
Several bandits who were out of breath quickly ran back to Wang Laohu, reporting with panic on their faces.
"What? Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps?"
Hearing this, not only Wang Laohu, but also the other bandit leaders surrounding him were stunned. They all turned their heads and looked towards the back where the firefight was taking place.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it. Under the dim moonlight, many officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps with guns are outflanking them from behind in several groups. The bandits on the hills behind are being attacked.
They were beaten all over the mountains and plains and fled in panic.
"Damn it, where did they get out of?"
Wang Laohu was also stunned when he saw the sudden appearance of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps troops. They were not mentioned at all in the intelligence.
The bandit leaders all looked at each other in confusion. How could they know where this Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps came from? The sudden change left them with no idea.
"Master Wang, what should I do?"
Seeing that the people from the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps were rushing over from behind, the bandit leaders all set their sights on Wang Laohu.
"The village will be captured soon. Send people to stop them! We are outnumbered and we can't do anything to them."
Although something unexpected happened, Wang Laohu was naturally unwilling to let the cooked duck fly away. After thinking about it, he decided to give it a try. While sending people to stop them, he sent people to step up the attack on Zhang Liechen and others in Heilang Village.
Soon, the bandits divided into two groups. One group turned back to fight Yang Ling and the others, while the other group rushed towards Black Wolf Village to increase the power of the attack.
"Come on!"
The strength of the bandits No. 700 and 800 was indeed considerable. They were so powerful that they actually wanted to counterattack and came towards Yang Ling and others.
Although Yang Ling and others defeated some of the bandits who stayed behind, they did not dare to be careless when they saw the bandits rushing toward them with torches in hand.
"The machine gun team seizes the commanding heights, while the rest find bunkers on the spot!"
Following Yang Ling's order, the officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps who were charging forward quickly spread out to find cover.
The machine gun crew also seized some hills on the spot, set up the machine guns, loaded the bullets, and pointed the black muzzles at the bandits.
The bandits holding torches in the dark were the best targets, and the officers and soldiers under Yang Ling's command were all veterans. Looking at the bandits charging towards them in large numbers, their expressions were cold and stern, and they were ready to kill.
Hundreds of bandits rushed over with a roar, and soon crossed the gentle slope of ditches and shrubs, and rushed to a distance of 200 meters from Yang Ling and the others.
The bandits fired guns as they ran, and the bullets made the soil splash everywhere, but the threat to Yang Ling and the others was better than nothing.
"beat!"
When they saw that the bandits had entered the effective shooting range, the company and platoon commanders at all levels decisively issued the order to shoot.
For a moment, the light and heavy machine guns and rifles spurted out tongues of flame, and the dense bullets intertwined into a bullet net, heading towards the bandits.
"Puff puff!"
"ah!"
The bandits who charged in a dense formation seemed to have been hit in the head. The bullets caused a rain of blood in the crowd. The bandits in front fell to the ground like wheat, and screams and wails were heard.
The dense bullets flew from several directions, which immediately stunned the roaring bandits. Seeing the people in front being ruthlessly slaughtered, those behind them turned pale with fear.
They have always relied on strength in numbers to win. Never have they seen such ferocious firepower. With just one round of firepower, the bandits who rushed over were beaten to pieces, and torches were scattered everywhere.
, ignited the dead grass, and thick smoke billowed.
"Mount bayonets and charge!"
Yang Ling and the others had been fighting fiercely with the Japs for so long, and there was not much ammunition left. After the first round of fire, a gleaming bayonet stood up.
"kill!"
The roar of the mountain and the tsunami of killing cries rang out from the darkness, like thousands of troops. The bandits who survived the intensive firepower immediately collapsed, turned around and ran back one by one, and were directly defeated.
The officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps followed closely behind the defeated bandits and killed them, making the bandits cry for their fathers and mothers.
Seven to eight hundred bandits were beaten to pieces by Yang Ling and the others after just one charge, and they fled for their lives in disarray. The speed of their defeat made Wang Laohu, the leader of Hutou Village, dumbfounded.
"Our reinforcements have arrived, kill them!"
Zhang Liechen and others who were holding on to the stronghold thought that deputy battalion commander Wang Dongming and his men had arrived with reinforcements, so they launched a small counterattack in time.
"Damn, what a bunch of losers!"
Seeing that the bandits on both sides were killed and in such a state of confusion that they could not organize any resistance, Wang Laohu was so angry that he cursed loudly.
"Master, run quickly, the guerrilla reinforcements have arrived, and the brothers have been defeated."
"Withdraw, withdraw!"
There were gunshots and chaotic crowds everywhere in the darkness. Seeing that the situation was over, Wang Laohu, the head of Hutou Village, cursed angrily and led his men to quickly grease their feet and run away. After all, their lives were at stake.
The officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, led by their respective company and platoon commanders, rushed left and right in company and platoon units, each and every one of them was so fierce and scary that the bandits who tried to resist were soon defeated and fled for their lives.